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And maybe that's what I liked about Harvey, because he was a practical man, who was affectionate when he had to be, without being cheesy. I confess that there was a time when I dreamed of the arrival of my prince charming, of falling madly in love with a man who would say nice things to me, who would give me flowers and chocolates, who would delight me with poems and serenades at midnight; who would heal my heart. She longed to love and be loved as intensely as I did. And every time I met someone, I made the mistake of clinging and giving myself body and soul. At first everything was beautiful, but the magic only lasted a few days. Eventually, they shattered each and every one of my illusion

"When a person likes someone, they look at their qualities, not their physique." Marcos was silent. —I love you Marcos —I tell him, I don't want him to stop talking to me, there are people who take this kind of thing the wrong way and end up hating the other— but as a friend, I know of a person who does see you. with different eyes, and that person is Ana. Marcos looked at me surprised, he stayed for a moment thinking, it seemed that he was having a mess in his head, he changed expressions on his face as if he were talking to someone.

He said and covered his mouth. "Stay safe Elisa, I know you can't hear me sister but always remember that I love you and will go everything to protect you but not this time, the only way I can return is to fall in love with Morgana, that I can and will never do, iIsaw what you did at the court, can't express my happiness, everyone will be scared of you and if anyone tries to do shit always give the shitty scream right to their face ". Nicklaus said and chuckled as tears formed in his eyes.

of me? What if we get married and you realize I’m not the one? Will you cheat on me?” Tears streamed down my face as I voiced the fears clawing at my heart. He sighed deeply, then sat up and gently pulled me into his lap. “Mi Amorè, I didn’t cheat on Catalina because I wanted to be a disloyal man. Even with everything she put me through, I never once considered being with another woman while I was still her husband. It’s unfortunate for her and very fortunate for me… that you walked into my life, Angel.” His hand cupped my cheek, thumb wiping away a tear. “I’ll never get tired of you, tesoro. I know you’re the one for me. We’re made for each other. Even your flaws are beautiful

Because of how much it meant to him, I had kept it sealed away with care, always trying not to get hurt. I never imagined he would ask for it now for another woman. He still looked at me with the same gentle affection. But my heart had begun to turn cold, inch by inch. Of course… compared to Marina, who was I now? Just as I was about to speak, a familiar buzz came from my phone. I opened it and saw another new update from Marina. "What's so special about Saltorlini? The Maldewes sounds way more fun." She flashed a peace sign at the camera, a not-so-subtle jab that made me give up on arguing altogether.

"And that changes what exactly? You were willing to carry a stranger's baby for fifty million. Now it's someone you know and even love, for twice that amount. If anything, it should be easier." Lucia laughed. "Easier? He destroyed me, Maria. And you have no idea what that did to me?" "But I do know that he's offering one hundred million euros now." Maria's face was stone. "And we both know that money could take us a long way so you are just being so dramatic." "Dramatic?" "Yes. Dramatic." Maria moved closer. "You loved him when you were fifteen and you're twenty-five now. You have Alex and have moved on. So this is just business."

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As the saying goes, you only realize you lost a diamond once it's gone. "Really?" he asked, still in disbelief that I love Fabian more than him. His eyes were almost brimming with tears, yet he managed to restrain them. The raw emotion in his voice tugged at my heart, revealing the depth of his feelings but my heart flutter with someone else now.

The strong woman that had raised me on her own, taught me right from wrong and most of all, taught me what love is. “¿Por enamorarte o por lesionarte?” (For falling in love or for getting injured?) I thought about it for a moment, about how lost I felt without Emiliana and how complete I was. Something about the way we kissed, the way she fit against me like the missing piece to my jigsaw puzzle. “Por ambos.” (For both.) The ridiculous realisation that I had irrevocably fallen for Emiliana finally sank in. “Así que sí la amas!” (So you do love her!) I sighed loudly, shaking my head at the notion. I could still remember the conversation we had, of my father’s words. ‘No romance.’

"Whatever it is that you have in mind, I am telling you now, Elle, it's not it. I sure as hell still wanted to be as far away from you as I could. But have you forgotten what would be the consequence of that? I would lose everything. Everything that I've worked hard for, and I cannot let that happen. I cannot suffer while you go and find your happy ending. No. That's not going to happen. If my life goes into shit, then so does yours. Till death, do us part, remember?" And once again, he claimed my lips before I could respond to him. His way of kissing was rough and dirty at first. But then slowly, it became slow and gentle, making me weak and surrendering to him. Fuck! Of course, this was wh